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I’m putting together a masterlist of my fic (or at least the stuff I’m willing to admit that I wrote), and I came across this little gem from 2006 or so. 

Animorphs & Harry Potter fusion… thing…

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My name is Tobias.

I’m a red-tailed hawk; I have a territory, I hunt small mammals, and I roost in a tree. It’s not exactly “the good life”, but it’s better than it was a year ago. Or two years ago.

See, I wasn’t born a hawk. I was born human. Well, at least as human as a kid whose father was an alien, and whose mother was a witch. Yes, you read right, my mother was a witch. Normally, I keep my focus of the weird stuff in my life on my father’s half of the tale. Mom’s story was over long ago, and I really don’t like getting into it. But there’s been a few problems lately. So I’m going to have to explain, whether I want to or not.

My mother was a witch from Britain. She’d been on a family vacation to the states— I’m not exactly clear on why, but I think it might have been a “one last hurrah” before she moved full time into the Wizarding World. While in America, she’d been kidnapped by aliens. This is another of those things I don’t really know about. I’ve heard my father’s side of the story, but never her’s. All I know is that somewhere along the way, in the middle of their crazy space-time adventures, my mother fell in love with her rescuer. He wasn’t human— he was a type of alien called an Andalite.

They eventually managed to get back to Earth, and they settled down. I was conceived and everything was doing okay until dad got called back out into his war, and mom’s memories were erased. She moved back to England and married her school-time sweetheart. I don’t think she ever realized that I wasn’t the son of her second husband, but the son of her forgotten first. I didn’t even know until my last birthday. She died thinking I was James Potter’s son. The Wizarding World still believes it.

Which is why I’m telling you this— I’ve got to go back and fix some things I left behind. See, when I was twelve, I ran away from my aunt’s home. There’s not a whole lot of people in Wizarding London that would deny “the great Harry Potter” something. Even international portkeys.

It was… rough, for a while. Social services picked me up, and put me with a foster family. Of course, I didn’t tell anyone I was Harry Potter. I was terrified of being sent back to Wizarding London— I’d just had to deal with a giant snake that had tired to kill me and came real close to killing a friend’s sister. I couldn’t handle something like that again. Not so soon, anyway.

So I became Tobias. I explained being shuffled around the country from foster home to foster home— somehow always winding up back where I’d started— as being shuttled between uncaring family members. It’s not like I hadn’t had experience deal with family that didn’t like me. What I didn’t have experience with was American Muggle life. I was a few years behind on my studies, but it wasn’t so bad. I went to school and made… well, not friends, but acquaintances. Life was pretty normal.

For awhile.

I’d hooked up with some acquaintances at the mall one night. It was the girl I liked, her cousin, her best friend, and her cousin’s best friend. Rachel, Jake, Cassie, and Marco. I still don’t know why they decided to let me walk home with them, but that walk changed all of our lives. My father, even if I didn’t know it was him back then, came back into my life. He was only there for a little while, but he left a definite mark on all of us.

We were there when he died— when he was murdered.

After that, life wasn’t normal anymore. War had come knocking on humanity’s door, and only five teenaged humans were there to answer it. We didn’t know what we were getting into, but we couldn’t just stand back and let things go on. Unfortunately, all wars have causalities… and I was the first. See, my father had given us a special gift, a special power to fight the enemy with. He’d given us the power to morph. We could be any living creature who’s DNA we’d absorbed, for two hours at a time. Once those two hours were up, you’d be stuck, forever in morph.

I’d stayed a hawk for too long.

We fought the good fight; we made some allies and friends. Discovered things no human had ever been meant to. We were manipulated, lied to, forced into battles we didn’t know how to win. Situations that would send any normal kid screaming for their mommies. One such situation resulted in the very being that stole my father and erased my mother’s memories giving me back the power to morph. I could be human again, but only for two hours. Any longer and I would be of even less use as a human than I’d been as a hawk.

But things have gotten far more dangerous now than my teammates, my friends, realize. They don’t know about the Wizarding World. They don’t know of the powers and abilities hidden away in certain parts of the worlds’ cultures, living, laughing, loving without ever crossing over into the mundane world. Their world. My world.

Our enemies, the Yeerks, have found the Wizards. There’s no way to tell the difference between a normal person and a controller— that is to say, a person who’s been completely subjugated by the Yeerk parasite living in their brain. With magic at the fingers tips of their hosts, the Yeerks would have no problem in taking control of the human race. Why have to worry about caging your hosts when a simple spell can control their every movement for you, while you’re outside their body, soaking up Kandrona rays?

It’s time for Harry Potter to return and help his mother’s people, before his father’s war can get out of hand.